I remember writing this one too. I wrote it with a young family member in mind. Sometimes watching other’s struggles I’m able write a poem to/about them. Although, most of the time I never show them….
How does it feel every time you turn, another slap in the face?
Hit the ball, off runnin’, out before you touch first base.
No matter at what angle you hit, out in the first round
All the roads taken, even the shortcuts seemed so sound
On the edge of your bed all through the night
Biting and chewing worrying, figurin’ with all your might
A dollar here, a break there, robbing Peter to pay Paul
Who knew that your way just wouldn’t ever work at all
Plans simmered down to a thick bitter sauce
Fool’s gold you thought was pure with no dross
What you thought was right, was simply just wrong
Head hanging low, now you’re singin your bluesy song
If you know me by now then you should already know
This is the part where words of God’s mercy begin to flow.
Tough love from me? Nah, never.
Tough love from Him? Maybe. Your will He wants to sever
He’s had a plan for you since you first opened your eyes
Plans to prosper you, not for your demise.
He’s not a God who delights in death and in pain
Power, love, liberty and a sound mind are yours to gain
Give up your plans, your ideas and your life’s scheme
Give Him the bat, He’ll hit it out of the park for your team